#why do i pick the STUPIDEST characters as my favourites

[pinievsev]

Hi it's mee!! Since you always have amazing Ideas for requests, you must be amazing at fulfilling requests too!!

I'd like to request a Hunter from xikers fluff, where reader goes on a first date to the movies with Hunter and they're both nervous in the beginning but then they hit it off and get very cute with each other!!

Thank you in advance and take as much time as you need! Love you 💞💞💞

I have, finally found motivation to write! I hope this does justice to your request! I'm not exactly the best at it, I might disappoint you but I hope you enjoy Love<3! (Could've definitely done a better job on this 😅)

{Requests are open, you can find my masterlist here!}

!!LOUD!!

Pairing: nonidol!Hunter X GN!reader

Warnings: none as far as I know.

Take a shot for every time I say a variation of the word awkward.☠️

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You were telling yourself not to panic, be calm, cool. You can do this! Just be yourse-

Your train of thought was cut short as you tripped on the sidewalk, barely catching yourself last second. The other day you had been asked out on a movie date by you crush!

Yeah, you were happy and excited and all that, but you were, rightfully so, nervous. You stood up properly and checked your phone. 8:15PM. You were supposed to be there 15 minutes ago!

You basically ran to the cinema a couple blocks down, a pit forming in your stomach as you saw a very uncomfortable looking hunter outside the cinema glancing around. You mentally slapped yourself and rushed over, apologising over and over "...and I lost track of time and-" he waved his hands Infront of your face, dismissing your apology.

"It's fine! It's okay! I just got here anyway!" He gave you a half smile, you could tell he lied but you nodded, not pushing any further.

"can we just- go inside?". He reached for your hand as you looked for the room you were supposed to be in, making butterflies erupt in your stomach, cliché I know, for a second you felt like you should pull your hand away but you forced yourself not to, instead letting your mind wander. You had let him pick the movie, so you didn't know what to expect.

After a couple minutes of waiting in your sits, your hands awkwardly touching, the lights inside the room finally dimmed and you focused your eyes on the screen.

Your jaw fell open as you saw the movie playing, it was one of your all time favourites! You had watched it so many times and never gotten bored of it. Forgetting the awkwardness moments prior you excitedly turned your head towards him, kind of scaring him.

"W-what-?!" He asked earning a couple of 'hushes' and 'shushes' from the people around you "You like this movie?" You asked, immediately regretting the question. He picked it! Of course he liked it! "Yeah- do you not?! We can always do something else-" "no no! It's actually one of my all time favourites, it's just. Not exactly too known that's why I'm surprised" you explained.

He quickly relaxed, squeezing your hand which you had forgotten was still in his "you scared me!" He whisper yelled this time "Sorry-?" He started at you for a couple of seconds before letting out a wheeze at how tense you looked suddenly.

So, he took it upon himself to help you relax, even though he was tense himself. Throughout the movie you talked about the plot, your favourite characters and even recited some of the lines along with the actors on screen. Laughing whenever someone shushed you.

Towards the end of the movie, you had noticed him turning to look at you quite frequently, your face was flushed red and you thanked whatever higher power was responsible for the darkness inside the room. "Hey.." you turned your head to look at him this time "yeah?" He leaned closer "You're red. Is everything okay?" Dammit. You took in a sharp breath "yep, just a little hot" you made up the stupidest excuse possible.

"yeah, you are." It was barely audible but you heard it, blinking at him repeatedly "wha- what?" "I'll tell you later" he motioned to the screen, turning to focus back on the movie that was mare seconds away from ending. Leaving you sitting there confused and flustered.

Walking out of the cinema you turned your head sharply towards him crossing your arms "Wanna tell me what that was?" He mimicked your actions "but your know what it was?" You narrowed your eyes "do I?" "Mhmmm" he gave you a toothy smile, basically melting you. How can someone he so cute?!

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You were currently sitting on swings in a park, having lost track of time. You just sat there not swinging or anything you just rested your head on the chain, starting to once again feel awkward.

You felt someone standing behind you so you looked up, You saw Hunter standing over you, looking down at you "are you always this quiet?" "Maybe" you gave him a side smile, you've only been out for a couple of hours but you were starting to warm up to him even more than you already had.

He leaned down, a couple of inches away from your face "Maybe? What kind of answer is that?!" You bumped his shoulder and he laughed "ok no seriously, why are we so quiet?" Your eyes shone as you decide to have some fun "Oh? Well if that's the problem, WHY NOT BE LOUD?!" you asked raising your voice "Shhh, hey hey!" "WHAT?! I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T WANT ME TO BE QUIET?!" "Yeah, not so loud tho!" You smiled satisfied with yourself "OH YEAH?! SORRY I DON'T REALISE" you noticed some windows light up across the street, making your eyes wide "Be quiet!" He warned playfully leaning closer "or what?" You asked not as loudly as you hoped.

Wanna take a guess on what happened next?

If you guessed a kiss, you'd be absolutely correct.

"or that" you tilted your head to the side still looking up at him from the swing you were sat on "I should be loud more often then?" "You can just ask, you know." You stood up and turned to him "can I have another one then?" "Good question. Can you?"now it was your turn to lean over, kissing him instead.

Well, that went better than you were expecting, not complaining or anything!

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[xamaxenta]

I’m just cackling at the idea of Marco playing his own game. There’s a couple “bad” endings with him ala Ascended Astarion and Sabo did complete that storyline once for the sake of completionism and trophies but then felt so bad he played two more storylines where Marco and the player get the domestic happily married ending and then bought the post-game DLC for more domestic bliss with Marco

Marco thinks it’s very sweet and funny and also if Sabo wants to do some dark roleplay he’s down

He plays Ace’s game too and Ace (who still does not. Fully understand the concept of video games but he’s getting there) pouts for ten thousand years because mechanically he is not Marco’s favorite character there’s this other guy who’s move set Marco likes a lot more and Ace is seething over the betrayal (making the saddest wettest puppy eyes every time he comes in the room and Marco has some other guy up on the screen)

HOLLERING AT MECHANICALLY ACE IS NOT MARCOS FAVOUROTE CHARACTER SO HE GETS WET AND SNOTTY OVER IT HAHAHAHAHAHA

thats so. Cute thats so STUPID ace is so fuckign dumb in this au god everyone give him kisses to the stupidest cutest idiot man ever 😭😭😭

PATHETIC ABOUT IT BEING LIKE HIS RIVAL CHARACTER OR SMTH LIKE MARCO WHY IS HE!!!! THERE!!!! Even in the real world hes been isekaied to HE CANT ESCAPE HIS RIVAL BEING PICKED OVER HIM!!!!!!! WHY !!!! Marco how could you betray him like this!!!

Radiates the insane jealousy of a scorned lover i love it so much… marco kisses him lots tho hehe

Idk anything about baldurs gayte but i know astarion is popular and i know if i ever did play that game he probably would be my favourite given the track record i have with men and i like that he sounds extra cunty if you resurrect him but yes from the concept thats what Marcos game is based off and yes Sabo did play two three campaigns back to back to ENSURE THE BEST POSSIBLE ENDING FOR MARCO and marco can see all of that progress and the save files 😭🥹❤️❤️❤️❤️

Ace doesnt get video games bc hes really not the kind of guy considering hes designed to be a fantasy barbarian but isnt it super funny if he likes visual novels because all he has to do is click A

Bless him

[marimbles]

i started watching ouran tonight and omg i can't believe i'm watching this show. it's ridiculous but so fucking funny. i'm on ep 3 at the time of writing this but i've silently scrumpt about 10 times - eg when hikaru and kaoru saying them and haruhi should take french together and the immediate cut to tamaki sulking by a tree, and tamaki being self-aware that he and haruhi are the main characters + love interests. him loudly announcing "you boys are the homosexual supporting cast!" nearly killed me

i could do without whatever the fuck hikaru and kaoru have going on but everything else is great. thank you for putting this on my dash and i'm now seeing why this would be adrien's favourite show 🌹

FJDKDKDKD I’m so glad you’re having fun with it. it’s such a good time. I’m obsessed. Truly isn’t this the greatest screenshot in anime history

Also it’s so funny to hear you call tamaki self-aware bc technically the declaration that he and haruhi are the main characters/love interests IS self-aware, but in like the least self-aware way possible. bc he spends the majority of both the anime and manga 200% convinced that his feelings for haruhi are “fatherly” and he loves her “like a daughter.” because of family trauma you will not learn about for a while but mostly because he’s the stupidest person who ever fictionally lived!!!! As proven in that same episode when he was so confident he could trick everyone into thinking he was haruhi by wearing a dark wig despite being like two feet taller than her. lmao

HDKDDKDK I feel u about the twincest angle but honestly it stopped bothering my after a while since Hikaru and kaoru are just pretending for an audience lol. they are successfully appealing to the Sam/dean shipping demographic 😂 They are both little trickster turds who are constantly picking on tamaki but also he deserves it bc he’s literally so dumb. And also they’d both die for him with no hesitation underneath their mockery. The twins actually have a really interesting character arc, even moreso in the manga, and they became my favorites after tamaki and haruhi! I love how they start as identical in both appearance and personality but as the show goes on you see how they’re actually very different people

Feel free to update me about your watch through whenever lol! Ouran is still very much on the brain and I’m excited to talk about it with anyone who is willing hehe

[terminaxshowtime]

this is the stupidest question you've ever been asked but how do you analyse music?

aight, well, i don't do anything professionally or anything, all just for fun. usually i focus on the techniques of the music, or certain elements that it has. i was actually taught how to analyze music elements and techniques in class, mainly with identifying structure, rhythms, melody (eg. intervals), harmony/tonality (eg. cadences), and timbre. if i'm just analyzing music for fun, sometimes i'll pick it up by ear and be like 'oh, that's __ cadence, this is fitting for the song because it creates __ effect' or something along those lines. some of them are pretty obvious- like with rhythms, or repetition. for the ones i'm super interested and have to go in-depth to, usually i'll head over to, say, Musescore, search up the sheet music, and try to figure out some of the cadences and intervals myself. if i really want to go deep, i can check out these and associate them with other common uses of the sequences or whatnot, and just kinda make my own personal conclusions as to what the composer was trying to do when they made this. it's always about the messages they're trying to send and whatnot, or sometimes the message is just 'have fun!!!' or keeping the listeners not bored out of their mind.

for analysing music as part of, say, a soundtrack (in my opinion, the best to analyse) i'll focus a bit more on the actual compositional devices. mainly leitmotifs and instrumentation (similar to timbre), because those features can help you understand the story and character of the song. with these, i kind of just pick them up even the first time that i hear it. like, if i recognise a certain pattern, i usually associate it pretty quickly, then i narrow it down to some kinda reason as to why the composer might have done this. it's all connected!!

and if the song i'm analysing has lyrics (rare) i just use the typical English writing analysing techniques on it. with the exception of where certain words would be emphasised through certain chords or cadences in the harmony giving it a different meaning, or as an ornament, in which case i could pack the lyrics together with the musical elements and then analyse it further. so that's a cool thing that i like doing.

i also find that the more diverse a piece, the more interesting and fun it is to analyze, and to an extent, listen to. i think my favourite thing to listen to and analyze would be things with contrast, a lot of range, just something that makes it sound super captivating. which i often find video game ost to have. i highly recommend ost from Kirby games personally ;)

oh, and the stuff i WASN'T taught. okay, so I actually use DAWs and make music myself. i don't post it because i'm self conscious and don't think it's THAT good, but it's probably fine. it's mainly through my own experience through using DAWs that I can figure out what kind of techniques the composers are using for songwriting, mainly through mixing and audio effects- the classic reverb, overdrives, EQs, panning- all my knowledge and ability to judge these comes from my OWN personal experiences with making music and therefore being able to recognise the techniques when i listen. then i can figure out the effect that this technique has and analyse the song and all. so that's the part that was SELF-taught from myself, really.

but anyway. if that didn't answer your question, whoops. i was mainly taught to do a specific type of analysing, and yeah i can analyse it outside of just these techniques- vibes work just fine- but it's kind of hard to explain. 90% of it comes from having knowledge of what the features and effects are, plus my own personal experiences help. i think after you can recognise and NAME the features and techniques, then it's much easier to figure out what the composer was thinking when they made it (ie analyse it.)

erm i rambled way too much. wow. hope this helped???

[kalcifers-blog]

Y'know what, screw it! SCREW BEINGGG A COWWARDD I CHALLENGE MYSELF TO A FIST FIGHT SO YEAH I'M BACK TO ASK EITHER THE STUPIDEST ANTI-GRASS WORTHY QUESTIONS OR SPEAK COMPLETE GIBBERISH SO HERE WE GO If you HAD to pick to live through a life as your favorite character from every fandom you're in but could only choose ONE (ONLY ONE WE'RE MAKING NO EXCEPTIONS HERE) of the characters, meaning you'd basically replace them in their verse with a 50/50 chance to forget what happens, which one of your favorite characters you have rn would you rather be and why? (SPILL THE TEA I WANT TO KNOW IF YOU'D AVOID WHATEVER ANGST COULD HAPPEN OR IF YOU'RE JUST DOOMED. BECAUSE IN MY CASE I AM DOOMED- I AM BEYOND DEATH, DEATH WOULD BE A MERCY EVEN.) ... that said I see anons making sign-offs so I guess IT'S MY TURN 🏃💨💨 - 🪐

Oh fuck man my ass is DOOMED for angst there's genuinely no escaping it because all my favourite characters are all just out here having the worst time imaginable

I'm either doomed to live a life of never being able to trust anything around me ever because people keep fucking with my memories while there's some interdenominational hellspawn on the loose killing people and most likely is going to completely destroy my life once it catches onto me trying to look into it (Marvin the Magnificent)

Or I'm doomed to cause the apocalypse, making everyone I love turn against me because I'm becoming more and more inhuman by the day but there's nothing I can do to stop it from happening (Jonathan Sims - TMA)

Honestly I wouldn't even try to avoid the angst BC I know it's inevitable but hey!!!! At least I get the tragic gay doomed romance!!!!! My favourite!!!

[drawthething]

2 and 4 for the BB ask game!

2. Favorite non-belcher character (and why)?

THANK YOU for giving me another excuse to talk about my favourite boy JIMMY JR!

They could have written him as some typical popular boy to be Tina's crush but nooooo. He has a lisp. He has the stupidest running pose. He writes musoems about either his life issues (in some weird subtle way) or the randomest things ever like animal planet or god's name or his shoes and be super proud of it like he just invented a new artform (he did!). He has a pet turtle and has seen 27 dresses three times (i'm pretty sure j-ju has a thing for animals and old-school movies pfft) I especially love his absolute passion for dancing, and how he genuinely wants to be better at it (so you stink you can dance). He's just so endearingly weird and simple-minded and silly I dig this kid so much. And all the selfishness and messiness he's known for? I agree with it and appreciate it about him. No i don't think he'd be as good of a character had he been written to be all wholesome and stuff. He's a teenage kid, he's allowed to be a jerk and a bit self-centered and clueless and dumb. Feels more real that way. The only problem i have with it is how inconsistently developed he is though :/ Lots of unexplored potentials i think (which i can also say about many other side characters Mort)

4. Which character do you think has changed the most since the beginning of the show?

Hmm lots of characters to pick over here. Imma go with Tina. I think she's grown to be a lot more confident and self-assured throughout the show. Look back at how she talks to Tammy in the earlier seasons (2-4) and how now that she can stand up for herself and occasionally roasted her (I love their sass battle, can we pls have more of that :D) She used to be kind of a lowkey sass master and now it feels like she's a lot more open about voicing her opinions and doesn't hold back on her backtalk and I dig it 🤘 I appreciate that she remains to be a bit socially awkward and weirdly fierce about her passions though :]] Don't want that part of her to ever go away. Though I wished there were less moral compass things between her and Louise ya know, cuz they're sorta getting old and less fun (let Louise have her chaotic evil mastermind glory moments like back in the day!)

[mj-skyair-star]

█🕹️👾🎮Chapter 11: Waiting (Part 1/2)░▒▓█

March 29th, 2036, Saturday, 9:50 a.m. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Uh... Grezzer, I think you can put me down now," I told him since we had arrived back at the hideout, the outside of it, one of the entrances of the private school.

Grezzer carried me because I don't have any particular ability to escape easily, as you can tell from chapter three to seven. I stared at him to the point that it was getting awkward. Even though I already knew he didn't understand what I was saying at first, judging by his confused expression. The moment his mind clicked he got timorous and put me down immediately but also carefully.

His height, weight, and well-built structure (similar to Drillbit) so that explains why he was nervous, he didn't want to erroneously injure me by accident. Trust me, I don't need to figure that out when he can easily express it. The only problem with him having an incredibly strong ability is that he could accidentally break things so he is also known to be a 'big clumsy fella'.

Like most WoT characters, his characteristics are set on the stereotypical side of things that many people complain about. How did it start? I guess it happened when a couple of players started paying close attention to the characters when they played WoT for a while. Consequently, it ended up becoming a problematic debate when it was discussed on social media... Specifically Twitter and Tiktok, the two most popular social media platforms that a lot of people despised in 2036 due to the most unreasonable, sensitive and idiotic people.

I never liked Twitter but because I'm a bit popular on social media for gaming, I have to have one so no fakers out there are trying to falsely claim that they are 'me'. TikTok, on the other hand, I only like it for the sake of watching my interest in my favourite fandoms and sometimes important news. It's just that the other side of Tiktok had the stupidest, most dangerous or most offensive videos which I strongly dislike.

On the other side of the debate, some people say it's not as stereotypical as you may think.

For me, I find the sheer number of problematic arguments overwhelming and annoying. Having to hear the same debates over and over again, and of course, I hate picking sides... Well, it depends on what the topic is. Whether or not it is stereotypical, I would say as long as it is not presented in a way that would upset anyone, including me. Then again, it also made me play less of the game than usual...

Now that I am fully aware of the existence of WoT characters... and it is highly possible that there are also other video game characters from different worlds (whatever video game that may be) that are real... Should you be upset about the character's characteristics now? You know, they have feelings just like us humans.

Or blame the developers? Many people who had issues with 'characters being stereotypical' do hate the developers of 'War of Time', even though they were really kind people.

"Oh! Apologies! I forgot that I was still carrying you, ah-heheh..!" He made me giggle a bit.

"It's fine," suddenly, the God-forsaking anxiety catches up to me.

A negative thought popped up in my mind.

"What if we're too late..." I was saved in an instant and felt a hand placed on my shoulder, it was like something punched anxiety with no hesitation.

"Airis, everything will be alright. I'm sure he made it," surprisingly, I looked up to see it was Obus.

He was calm and genuine. He must have figured out that I was starting to get anxious again, which is a good thing to spot straight off the bat, for a futuristic robot. To be truthful, I still couldn't help but feel guilty for not doing anything to prevent Oscar from getting poisoned... But at the same time, it's not healthy to be thinking such things.

"Thanks, I guess I need to hear that..." Obus smiled softly for- Wait, BRUH! That's the first time I've ever seen him smile, a genuine smile!-

Ahem, sorry.

"Good. We must not stand around, let's go," he then went back to normal and demanded as if he was the 'leader' as he usually does, even though he was second in command.

Not smiling anymore...

Aw man, I liked the soft side of him... Oh well, I should have known that he's a coward for showing that to anyone else anyway. Not to mention that he is kinda a complicated character.

Me and Grezzer rolled our eyes behind his back.

The next thing I knew, the red and gold bot was now behind me, out of nowhere, and pushed me gently but still a tiny bit harshly to the door of the school building.

"Rude. Where are your manners? You usually have that," after entering the building, we walked down the long empty hallways, passed the office, a bunch of classrooms and the school library.

I'll admit something about the school. When we first arrived while the sun was still rising, the sunlighting made the areas look so beautiful and glistering. It almost looks like it took place during a sunset, of course, it didn't. I missed it since it's now completely daytime.

We return to the cafeteria so the others will know that we were back, which worked. Our attention was drawn to the group as their heads were facing towards us, who must have heard our footsteps or the door.

Mechtra, Kitt and, surprised to find Jet Greez is with them.

"You're back!" Kitt cheered, super happy to see me and the others back here, safe and sound.

He got off the silver cafeteria bench from the rest of the group (I did notice that they were playing a card game... I couldn't tell what... Maybe that's why Jet Greez is with them) and ran over to me to embrace me. Because I didn't see it coming, I was startled by the unknown. It's still pleasant to receive a hug. Honestly, I needed that. The huge smile on the young yellow bot's face... I'm screaming on the inside at how adorable he is when he looks up at me! Still hugging my waist, his smile was bright and innocent. I didn't hesitate to hug him back after a few seconds of gathering my thoughts about what just happened... He also in some ways reminds me of... my sister... Ava...

As he released me, I faced the others.

"Are Winter and Techblast back?" I asked with hope at the same time as a little worried of the answer no.

"Yes, they arrived back with the-"

"HEY!!" Right away, I bolted past Grezzer and Obus who were startled by my sudden action so I could head over to sickbay.

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Back when Airis, Winter, Obus, Grezzer and I were at the Health Space. I recall telling Airis to stay where she would be safe and keeping an eye out in case any 'unexpected visitor' joins the party... Now that I think about it, I don't see how there was a way to let us know other than telling us in person- eh? Bot??... Sometimes I am not the smartest at thinking things through. It happens, no big deal... Still would have been more ideal if she and Oscar were given communicators.

I trust Kitt that he has already thought ahead about it...

I'm not upset at the strong-willed girl, I already understood why she entered the building. She was after her furry friend, Winter... That creature has a severe aversion to Scrap Metal. I wonder why..? If it were because 'The Slayers' attempted the kidnapping, I could personally understand.

I couldn't get to Airis at the time because I was dealing with Crowby, and it knows that she's here too because of Winter- scratch that- everyone knows. I had to prevent him from capturing her. I know him full well that it wants to get things done and over with, for the golden tokens, that's all it matters to him. He takes the job of assistant for 5000,000 golden tokens (it's a normal money cost for us) even though it could depend on the hunter.

That greedy brute.

Obus and Grezzer couldn't do anything to save her either, because of Scrap and Drillbit.

That doesn't finish there.

By shock, I observe Airis managing to get the cure from Ugiz-zo... Actually... Ugiz-zo is known to waste time so he does get distracted oftentimes. I suppose I was impressed too... Despite her creature leading her into danger yet she still managed to retrieve the cure... Could Artron be right about the player's abilities? Humans don't have powers unless- no, that wouldn't be possible. There's no way it would affect humans or Real Earth... Which is something that shouldn't be affected... At the end of the day, I knew she was planning to give the black bottle necklace to Winter, the moment she called his name.

This would enable him to return to base. Smart. However, I don't believe he will make it on time. Therefore, I successfully defeated Crowby by blasting him to the counter as it crashed into the shelves past the counter.

CRASH!!

I then let my two members know I was heading out and told them to make sure that Airis doesn't get kidnapped before I speeded off to catch up with Winter.

I dashed after him.

Winter was just running past the Melbourne Cup Race Track. Once I caught up with him, I grabbed him from behind.

ARWO!?

"It's ok, it's only me," my tone was serene so I can reassure him in case he starts attacking me out of terror.

I am grateful that 'The Creators' granted me the power of speed so I could make it on time... If I wasn't there Oscar would be dead for sure, 100% guaranteed... Saying that would also mean that we'd be dealing with a very depressed human girl...

I can't allow that. I promised her that he would live, and he will!

I dashed to the sick bay once we entered the Private School.

BANG!

"We have the cure!" I announced, holding Winter up after we entered the once-quiet doctor's healing room.

"Thank the Star Souls!" Qute quickly floated up to us and took the black bottle necklace off of the black and white creature's neck. "I have to hurry and heal him! He doesn't have much time left!"

"Why isn't Kitt here?" I asked since he is also a medic.

"Kitt is with Mechtra and yo- Jet Greez! But don't worry, I am only intended to inject him with the cure so I don't see why there's a need for him here. It is not anything big,"

"Oh, that does make sense," I placed down Winter and walked over to a white standing sitter that was next to the lower part of what humans call a 'bed' that the boy was lying on... I wonder why they don't have tubes like what we have? Real Earth is a strange and unique universe at the same time.

Sitting on the standing sitter with nerve and hope, I was praying to myself to the Star Soul that he is healed, through my mind. During that time, Winter sat next to me. He must have felt worried about his friend too. Furthermore, I hope that Airis is safe, making me nervous. However, I trust that she is not kidnapped... Oh, stars... Was it even wise of me to leave everyone behind?

I looked over at him who was watching Qute zoom around to get the needle ready... Hm... He seemed calm...

... I had never seen a real animal in my home universe before. Heh, what a silly thing to say! Due to extinction, bots have never seen a real animal before... only robotic ones. Since we were made as video game characters, my home used to be 'Earth' until the robots took over and the human race was wiped out. A virus happened and us bots failed to save humanity and real creatures, unfortunately...

Alarming, I know.

But it's just a video game. A VIDEO GAME-

Welcome to my year, 7080. Seirilia is what we call our planet now. 'Earth' was changed because it was more of a 'human's' home planet...

A little off course.

Ever since I met Winter, I have been compelled to pet him. It's funny because I love friendly creatures but I've always been reluctant to touch any creature... but his fur is like... clouds! Maybe... just maybe I can.

My robotic hand slowly reached for the top of Winter's head.

Just as I was about to touch him up until he glanced up at me, just in time for me to move my hand away from him. Pretending I wasn't doing anything, his blue eyes stared into mine in slight confusion until he focused back on watching Qute...

Relieved, I let out a sigh.

"Oh, well..." I mumbled.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, TECH!? YOU KNOW TO NEVER TOUCH CREATURES! THEY'LL BITE YOU! JUST LIKE LAST TIME!" NO! Don't think of such things! Forget it! Creatures are friends, I tell you! I tried to focus on Qute injecting the cure into the blonde boy's weak left arm.

"There, all done..." The diminutive floating bot said until she turned to us... More like the attention is on me. "Uh, Captain? Are you ok? You're not getting-"

"Huh? Oh, y-yes! I'm quite alright, Qute," I replied a bit confidently along with a sharp smile, trying to hide my anxieties.

Mentally, I cursed myself for the stutter while Qute seemed like she already knew what was up. Crap.

"Are you su-"

"Yes! I'm fine..."- then I abruptly changed the subject- "Is Oscar going to be ok? Is he going to live?" I asked with hope.

The smallest bot didn’t answer right away, she seemed like she was having a moment of thought about me. I gave her a look to say that I am ok and within a minute she moved on.

"... Indeed he is. I just scanned him after injecting the cure into his bloodstream. All he needs is a long rest,"

"Oh, thank-"

BANG!

"DID HE MAKE IT?" Startled almost to near death, we immediately turned our attention to find out it was Airis.

What perfect timing.

Winter jumped up and barked, gleeful to see her again.

I was also delighted to see that she had arrived safely as well.

My face was filled with joy.

"Yes! He made it!" I answered.

The answer made Airis feel relieved and at peace that her friend got cured on time.

We watched her walk over to him, kneel down and hold his (at the moment) hand.

"I'm happy you're ok..." She whispered to him a tad loudly until she started to tear up again which caught me and Qute off guard.

"A-Airis! Why are you crying!?" Qute exclaimed.

She then got a nearby tissue to give to the crying girl while I walked over and kneeled beside her.

Airis took a piece of tissue to use to whip off any watery tears before blowing her nose.

I placed my hand on her shoulder and rubbed it to comfort her. I don't understand why she's upset again.

"I-I-I'm not upset! I-I'm happy!" Oh? You can be happy and sad at the same time? "W-When will Oscar wake up?" She asked with a sniff.

Good thing it was only a moment of tears. The girl is getting better quickly. I suppose she wasn't crying as intensely as last time.

"He'll be awake in about three or four hours,"

"... Do you want me to leave..?"

"Well... you don't have to, although, if I were you, I would leave him be to rest,"

"I guess I need to relax anyway,"

"Alright, let's go," I announced as Airis stood up.

I stood up after her.

"I guess Winter is staying here," I muttered as soon as I glanced over at the glorious creature.

In the midst of what had happened today, he fell asleep next to the white 'bed' and, of course, he was exhausted. A giggle slipped out of me at the sight of him, he's adorable.- Ahem. I lead Airis to the exit so Qute can do her own thing at the same time as keeping an eye on them both. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[viola-canadensis]

Edit: thanku for also mentioning me @kaleidoscope-ize @hewsos-from-lesbos heres mine hehe :3

Woa i got mentioned helo i like questions

Name? Violet

Pronouns and gender? she/her and he/him. trans girl and femboy. im fluid or somethin idk

Sexuality? Bi

Country? Canada

Top 5 fandoms? Dont really interact with other fans but my favourite things (not ordered) are chainsaw man, nier automata, the mountain goats, dark souls, and clannad (havent seen in a while but it gave me emotions so its special).

What is your Most forbidden snack? Link from zelda

Would you pet a bug? Ive pet lots of bugs

Share a weird fact/story about yourself with the class. One of my teachers in elementary school fell over and tore something in her knee within the first week of the school year. So we had a substitute for a month or so and then within a week of the original teacher coming back she got into a car crash and had to be out for another month or two. She was racist to my mom tho so whatever

What does the colour blue taste like? nothing but it coats your tongue

What is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? Clouds. They make me feel connected to the universe

What is the stupidest thing you've ever done? We dont talk about that. But the funny answer was in high school when my girlfriend at the time told me that she had been invited to the junior olympics field hockey training camp and i just replied with "oh neat"

Stupidest thing you've seen/heard someone else do/say? idk everything my dad says about homeless people

Hyperfixation song? I only listen to music as full albums but hyperfixation album is tallahassee by the mountain goats. The alpha couple are my favourite fictional characters and when i listen to their songs i feel that maybe im not as far gone as i think. its also the album that made me pick up guitar again after not playing for years

Is there any meaning behind your profile picture and/or username? Profile pic is pic i took of pretty sky. Username is scientific name of the canadian white violet.

Dream career as a child? Singer

Dream career as an adult? Fuck capitalism but i guess something that lets me help people. also i still love singing

Thoughts on cilantro? Ye its pretty good

Have you ever been banned from a location and if so, why? Nop

What is your cursed food combination? idk if this counts but ketchup chips are my favourite flavour. pretty sure theyre only sold in canada and most people hate them

Trans rights? i am trans rights

hope i did that right lol took like an hour and a half. i dont know that many people that well so hope yous havent been mentioned already

@wilderbea @dehydratedlydia @nebulaaaaaa @wretchedfemboy @justadragonn @pathadox1 @qiwhy

“I just came from r/196” ask game

Saw another post. I think I should invite y'all to one of our longstanding traditions. Answer the questions then tag 10 (or more) people. I'll go first.

Name? Frankie

Pronouns and gender? he/they/it, transmasc

Sexuality? Lesbian

Country? USA

Top 5 fandoms? Bungou Stray Dogs, Cosmere, All for the Game, Fundiesnark (not a series but I'm too deep in it to not consider it a fandom), .....the tornado fandom? (they're my special interest)

What is your Most forbidden snack? The preserved bones at the Atlanta Bodies Exhibition. They looked so crunchy...

Would you pet a bug? If it's big enough, it is pettable.

Share a weird fact/story about yourself with the class. I like to drive around rural areas and photograph old, sometimes abandoned locations in the dead of night. I have been literally chased out of towns by foot and by car on two separate occasions. The second time this happened, "See You Again" by Miley Cyrus came up on shuffle and that's the soundtrack my friend and I tore out of town to. Also every "guy" I've dated except for my most recent ex (who has big egg energy) is a lesbian now.

What does the color blue taste like? Creme brulee

What is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? The appalachian mountains of Tennessee in the middle of summer. There's kudzu everywhere. On the backroads, there were several old, dilapidated Baptist churches barely hanging to the side of the mountain. I wonder how many of them were still in use.

What is the stupidest thing you've ever done? Short version: my friend's house almost got broken into by this dude who'd been stalking us for months while we were home alone. Instead of calling the cops, we decided to confront him with a bow and arrow (me), a hatchet, and a baseball bat (him). The plan was that if it went badly, we would simply throw his corpse into one of the many lakes in the neighborhood and let the alligators eat his remains (this was Florida). Why? Because we were afraid of having our home-alone privileges revoked. Luckily for us all, the guy fucked off and we never saw him again.

Stupidest thing you've seen/heard someone else do/say? My ex thought that Jackalopes were real. Also, a nurse I was doing rotations with apparently thought that "Witness Protection" was for Jehovah's Witnesses.

Hyperfixation song? Young Enough + Bleach by Charly Bliss

Is there any meaning behind your profile picture and/or username? Profile pic; I'm transmasc and I'm currently obsessed with TriStamp. Username; It was my fake internet name when I was like 13. I won't change it because I want my mutuals to recognize me, and because I do have a viral post associated with this name.

Dream career as a child? Doctor (funnily enough I'm now in nursing school)

Dream career as an adult? Professional Jester. Not a comedian. I just want to be some weird little guy who dresses silly and you can hire me to roast your boss at work parties.

Thoughts on cilantro? Delicious

Have you ever been banned from a location and if so, why? I honestly can't remember? Probably... but in recent memory I've mainly banned people from places.

What is your cursed food combination? Pineapple on a hotdog with grilled onions. It Slaps.

Trans rights? TRANS RIGHTS

Tagging: @rocket-mankoi @mostlymarco @atleast8courics @jazzlike39 @gemsweater72 @limbobilbo @ameliaaltare @redcrane112 @theoneofwhomisblue @twinkenjoyer @theultimatecarp and anyone else who wants to jump on

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

friends, readers, assorted goblins, the day has come

my college-AU-turned-ballet-AU of the táin, in loco parentis, which began inauspiciously as a shitpost in 2018, has finally come to an end

at 135,693 words it is the longest thing i have ever written, far longer than i ever anticipated it being, and absolutely full of extremely niche medieval literature references

FEATURING

láeg and cú chulainn as flatmates

group chats featuring all your favourite ulster cycle characters and also some you probably never gave a shit about

cú chulainn as a tiny trans ballet dancer and ferdia as his pas de deux partner

baking

everybody hating on conchobar

no dead people. everybody lives. even naoise

also nearly everyone's queer. except like. conchobar. and, to everybody's surprise, naoise.

emer as a terrifying getaway driver

far more feelings about both ballet and shostakovich than anybody was expecting, including me

a wild range of creatively-utilised source material, from táin bó cúailnge to aided derbforgaill to fled bricrenn and back again

... and much more besides

you should read it! i am reliably informed that you do not need to know anything about medieval irish lit to have a good time, although it will probably make slightly more sense if you do! i would hazard that the writing improves as it goes on although i really cannot judge at this point as i have lost all perspective!

testimonials from readers:

"How did you make me so invested in a modern day college au for the ulster cycle that I haven't even read??"

"one of the most compelling updates to a mythological story I've EVER encountered"

"the combination of comedy and emotion in this fic is golden and it's all just generally delightful and I love it"

"I keep trying to pick which line is funniest. I love this fic."

"god this fic is so good!! it has everything: irish myth!! realistic non-us uni vibes!! trans Cu!! BaLLeT!!!!"

"an emotionally devestating shitpost 10/10 put this in the MOMA"

i will leave you with: cú chulainn, lug and súaltaim's family group chat, because it's the stupidest thing i've ever written, and because i am always down to roast lug

anyway it is complete, it is long, it has an ending, it is all there, so if you hate reading WIPs because you've been burned too many times by abandoned fics or you just never got around to starting it before, NOW'S THE TIME

MOREOVER if you have read the fic and would like some help identifying the medieval texts it's referencing or just want an explanation of Why I Did That, i now have a post explaining aaaallll the references, so you can even appreciate the super niche shit

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Firefighter AU (again)

It’s been a while since I posted anything about this AU, but I got some inspiration and finished new short story. This time about Virgil and Remus briefly discussing their jobs and characters. I think you can read it separately and still get what’s going on, but if anyone’s interested I’ll link previous related posts.

[HERE] is the introduction, [HERE] are some general HCs, and over [THERE] you can find previous story where Remus and Virgil met for the first time :>

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Word count: 1348

Relationships: technically Dukexiety, but they’re not there yet

TW: mentions of fire (what a surprise), mentions of dead animals, mentions of a car crash, swearing

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The phone rang for about half a second before Virgil picked it up and gave his practiced introduction. It was calm and quick. Then he fell silent and let the woman on the other side of the line speak, listening carefully and responding with a few instructions. In an even voice he explained that the team has already been sent, that the fire engine was on its way. That there was no need to panic and that someone else has already called and now the only thing she should do is patiently wait, sit at a safe distance from the flaming car, and keep him updated if anything bad happened before the brigade arrived.

He made sure the woman was safe, said goodbye, and let the conversation end.

 Then he leaned deeper into his chair with a heavy sigh.

“I have a question!”, the loud yell right behind Virgil nearly sent him flying to the floor. He glared at Remus, clutching his headset and trying to readjust it before it slid off his ears. Why was he still surprised by these random outbursts? He should have gotten used to them weeks ago.

“What kind of question”, he asked in a tired voice very much aware that getting mad at Remus would only make his behaviour more annoying. Or worse… it’d make Remus upset... “The one I answered forty nine times already or something new?”

“A new one!”, Remus beamed sitting on a spinning office chair and moving closer to Virgil. “And if you’re exaggerating anyway you could’ve said sixty nine. That would’ve cost you nothing.”

“It would also cost you nothing to not say that right now, and yet you did”, was a slightly drained response.

"I always do!”, Remus giggled in a surprisingly cute way and leaned even closer, still remembering to not push Virgil too far from the desk. They were both currently at work, so distracting his co-worker too much and slowing down his response for even a few seconds could have potentially tragic consequences. Remus was definitely a careless person, but not when it came to other people’s lives. That fact was often shocking even to those who knew Remus for a very long time.

Virgil lifted an eyebrow making a “go on” kind of gesture with his right hand.

“Okay”, Remus started excitedly sounding as if he was trying to hype himself up to do something difficult. “How do you do it?”

Virgil lifted his second eyebrow in a silent question.

“I mean: how do you stay calm during the calls. Why do you even work here? I can scare you by saying “boo” in quiet monotone. And then you talk with panicking people who just crashed their car into the lamppost like it’s nothing!”

To Virgil’s credit he put a lot of effort to making his brain not fixate on the “Why do you even work here?” part of Remus’ words and not see it as a kind suggestion to fuck off. He mostly failed, but the intensions were there.

“I- I’m not sure”, he responded carefully after a moment filled with sounds of a chair squeaking under Remus who was usually unable to stay still for more than four seconds. “I have a separate… headspace for work, I suppose. I dunno how to explain it. Just like… switching to a different mindset when it’s something professional. Don’t you have the same thing with putting down the fire? I assume you don’t stare creepily at other people when you enter the building that’s in flames”, he added with a small smile, reminiscing their first encounter.

“Usually I don’t”, Remus answered with slightly disturbing, cheerful honesty that Vigil learnt to expect from his chaotic co-worker. “But, yeah… you’re right. I can be calm when I’m professional. And I’m way less tempted to taste fire when I’m fighting it. You know? Like… you don’t think so much about eating a bear when it’s chasing you down the extremely narrow path where trees are getting closer and closer until the forest gets very dark and there is no way to escape anymore.” Remus finished a rushed sentence with wide, light-hearted smile that lit up his face not unlike a lighter with which he almost singed his moustache on regular basis.

Virgil blinked at him and slowly shook his head.

“O- One thing at a time, okay?”, he answered finally. “Let’s leave the bear out of this for now. I know I shouldn’t ask, but did you just say that you’re ‘tempted to taste fire’?”

“Yeah!”, Remus answered with enthusiasm sending Virgil another bright smile that somehow still looked nice despite some unhinged glint always present in his green eyes. “You can make so many tasty things with fire. Like grilled vegetables! Or…”

For some reason, the fact that Remus was vegan never failed to astound the confused operator. Maybe his dietary choices would be less unexpected if he also didn’t rate every dead animal he ever saw on the street on a scale from ‘probably inedible, not enough fur’ to ‘no one touch that! It’s my lunch’.

“…or potato chips!”, Remus finished a long list of foods. ”Those are kinda made with fire?”

“…yes?” Virgil said carefully, not really sure where this line of logic was even going.

“See?! Fire makes tasty things. Ergo, hypothesis, fire is tasty too!”

“That’s… that’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard today…”

“Well, jokes on you, because I’ve said something much more stupid only twenty minutes ago. You just weren’t there!”

“I’m not sure this defence is as strong as you think…”, Virgil sighed, annoyed at himself for a tiny bit of fondness that seeped into his voice. “Anyway! Please don’t eat fire.”

“Fine”, Remus said tipping his head back with a huff. “You’re so boring.”

“And you’re a dumbass. I can’t believe I was scared of you at first…”

“You were?!”, Remus asked delighted despite knowing this information before. It was always nice to hear that he actually frightened someone, even if it was a guy scared of drinking with a straw for the fear of chocking on it one day. Or maybe especially if it was that guy.

“Shut up…”

Surprisingly, Remus did fell quiet. They sat in silence for a few minutes glad that the phone stayed silent as well. It was nice to have a few minutes of peace and calm before someone else needed help. It meant that people were safe and it let them just appreciate each other’s company in the half-empty office.

“By the way… I do get the whole ‘work mindset’ thing”, Remus continued suddenly as if they never stopped or changed the topic. “It’s like I have a separate brain and personality that kick in when it comes to these things. I see everything differently.”

Virgil nodded in understanding.

“I’m less scared when I know I have to help someone.”

“Exactly!”, Remus exclaimed, once again almost making Virgil fall out of his chair. “I have that too, but I become more serious instead! So you’re a coward, but a protective one. Got it.”

“Get out of my office.”

Remus laughed and didn’t make a single move to exit the room. He sat more comfortably in his chair, reaching into a pocket for his favourite lighter with luminescent tentacles painted over sparkly black background. It was one of the most “Remus” things Virgil has ever seen.

The next stretch of silence didn’t last as long as Virgil would have wanted. After about a minute his phone rang again, distracting his from very vivid visions of the firehouse burning to the ground because of Remus’ negligence. He gave his colleague a brief smile and promptly answered the call, his head immediately clear – the thoughts about anything irrelevant temporarily forgotten. Few seconds later the alarm went off and the dishevelled firefighter jumped off the chair with a serious expression. He gave Vigil last look seeing his focused eyes and calm, patient face. Then he switched his own brain into appropriate mode and run out of the room towards Roman and the rest of his brigade.

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Next part is [HERE].

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My one-person general taglist: @imma-potatoo

My one-person taglist for this AU: @isabelle-stars

I used the term “taglist” very loosely here :D

[winepresswrath]

What's your ideal future for a mdzs/cql canon divergence AU? Everything exactly the same except Wen Qing lives? Everyone lives and nobody except JGS dies? AU in which Wen Ruohan was normal person with normal ambitions that dont involve world domination and so everything happens as characters thought they'd happen (JC inhericts LP like, normally, as opposed to traumatically, yanli and zixuan fall in love normally and she gets to be lady of carp tower with lots of kids with Jin Ling as dage, etc.)

I like all these options! It’s a boring answer but I want every au. I guess if I absolutely had to pick my favourite genre is Yanli and Jiang Cheng find out about the core transfer (or find out before the core transfer) and things change, but part of what makes that one so fun is that there are a million different plausible ways it could go, including ones that are very similar to canon but with bonus hugging and crying.

Wen Qing should always be alive, and honestly even in fics where it’s not specified that she is I’m quietly pretending to myself that the news of the Ghost General and Yiling Patriach’s re-emergence just hasn’t reached Dongying yet, or that this happened off screen but no one is mentioning it for some reason. I feel like Wen Qing escaping the Jin to becomes Huaisang’s vengeance buddy should be a genre unto itself.

A very specific thing that does not, to my knowledge, exist but should is mirrorverse fic where the twist is that our heroes have the bad universe, and the mirrorverse is full of people who are not dead or evil or estranged and dage Jin Ling is hanging out living his best life. This would be fun for me because I want that moment where the characters we know and love realize that while things their lives are just a cautionary tale to their counterparts, like

a) mirror!Wei Wuxian gets the chance to be all “literally RIP but I’m different... so glad I’m a genius who’s going to figure out dimension hopping like I figured out how to effectively communicate with my loved ones before anyone died. Hopefully I’ll be home in time to hug my siblings and sit down to a nice family dinner before leaving on a fun little road trip with Lan Zhan where we’ve agreed to 17 hours of marathon outdoor sex to celebrate our 17th wedding anniversary... don’t worry buddy you’ll get there (to the 17 hours of anniversary sex, it sounds like you really fucked up that other stuff).

You know I’d really been taking it all for granted lately? It’s so easy to let life get in the way! Lan Zhan’s been upset about the Su Moling clan’s latest affront to the art of musical composition, and Jiang Cheng told him he can’t really tell the difference and doesn’t get why it matters if the music is ugly so long as it works. Lan Zhan won’t admit it but it really hurt his feelings so now I’m trying to mediate and it’s so annoying, they’re both so stubborn. I guess you wouldn’t know about that. The Peacock is being dramatic about fighting with a-Yu over whatever it is that a-Yu is definitely right about and it’s stressing Yanli out, and we do a road trip with night hunting and marathon sex for our anniversary every year! I was a little worried it was getting stale? Are we in a rut? But this has been clarifying! It’s a good rut. I love this rut. It’s my home.”

b) Jiang Cheng in the mirrorverse eating soup while not-his-Yanli pets his hair and looks wildly distressed by everything that comes out of his mouth, meeting all his kids and bonus nieces and nephews, dying inside as his counterpart is all “wow I was getting SO stressed and mad because arranging my schedule so I can spend adequate time with all my many loved ones despite our varied responsibilities is difficult, and Zixuan and Wangji have been putting everyone on edge by being upset about the stupidest shit imaginable. You’ve really brought things into perspective for me. They’re very annoying but they have given me so many nieces and nephews, and they’re always willing to babysit my perfect children, even when all of the nannies have mysteriously quit again. I guess the real problem is I do care about their feelings and that disgusts me but it also makes it hard to sit back when they won’t let me electrocute the problem.

Thank you for reminding me what really matters. I can’t imagine having only one nephew. Jin Ling is such a sociable kid. He loves being a big brother and he and a-Yuan have always been inseparable. Isn’t he lonely?”

c) Yunmeng bro reconciliation begins as they vehemently agree that they hate themselves! So fucking smug about their “healthy communication” and “loving families.”

We could have a loving family! We’ll show them! “Hey Jiang Cheng I love you and I miss you! Don’t cry, you look so stupid when you cry- OUCH”

d) Huaisang in the background, contemplating the possibility of a universe Dage wouldn’t mind being kidnapped from. The smug asshole universe need not apply. Those guys are, in fact, the worst.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Her moralising would be less annoying if the writers treated her like a character.

The thing that makes Cassie insufferable, in my opinion, isn’t her convictions, or her hypocrisy, or when she’s wrong -- every single one of the animorphs has those things and it usually makes them awesome. The kids all believe stupid stuff and do even stupider stuff and get on each others’ nerves being stubborn about their particular stupid stuff and we accept this as teen struggles and fun team dynamics. The thing that makes Cassie so insufferable isn’t actually her moralising; it’s that the writers refuse to let the story challenge her. We see every other Animorph get pulled apart and remade again and again over the course of the story, but in almost all of Cassie’s books, the plot either bends over backwards to make her right when it shouldn’t, or she’s challenged in a way that wraps all the way around and has her leave the story as the exact same person. Applegate and Grant wrap her in cotton wool in a way that they don’t for any other character and you can feel her being a piece of spinach trapped in the plot’s teeth and it’s frustrating. 

Seriously: think of your least favourite Cassie book. There’s a lot to pick from here. There’s the logging book, or the alien toilet book, or the Honey I Shrunk The Kids plot or getting possessed by a dead alien... whichever one annoys you the most. What happens to Cassie in that book? Not the plot. What happens to her character? Does she learn anything? Is she challenged in any way that isn’t handwaved away or packaged up as an undeserved victory?

Think of your favourite Cassie book. There are a few pretty awesome ones, especially late int he series, but my personal favourite (and my favourite book in the core series full stop) is The Departure, the one with Aftran. Now, this entire book is an idiot plot and makes no attempt to hide it. The entire thing is Cassie making stupid teenage decisions and doing endless hypocritical teenage moralising, and in the climax she makes what is probably the stupidest and most dangerous decision an Animorph has made up until that point, which is saying a lot because these kids make a LOT of stupid and dangerous decisions. It’s Peak Cassie at her most Cassie cover-to-cover.

And it’s fucking awesome. Up close and personal with a yeerk is great on its own, of course, but this is easily the best Cassie in the entire series, even though the whole book is her doing the stuff everyone says is so annoying about her, and then making a really stupid emotionally fuelled decision that could have killed all of her friends. It’s all the stuff that people hate Cassie for and it’s the best book in the series. Why? Because the plot actually challenges her personality and convictions. She’s actually allowed to be broken open like a geode so we can see the inside. She gets to respond to a plot that’s on her level and can influence her, and we can treat her imperfect moralising in the same way as Rachel’s imperfect defensive aggression or Tobias’ imperfect identity crisis or Marco’s imperfect ruthlessness tucked under bad humour. We get to properly examine her coping mechanism like we do with the others, and it turns out it’s great! She’s great! When she’s actually allowed to be a character!

The problem is that most of the time, she’s not allowed to be a character. Rendering most of her books fairly bland and pointless, and making her the most annoying person alive in other characters’ books. The moralising isn’t an issue with Cassie, any more than Marco’s jokes or Tobias’ distance or Rachel’s aggressiveness. The problem with Cassie is the way the story folds around her because the authors were too precious with her in a way that they weren’t with the others, which is very jarring.

cassie's moralizing would probably be less annoying if she didn't have a thirteen-year-old's conception of morality

[flowerspecial]

They Break Up With You While You Are Drunk

JB

JB never really gets drunk to the point where he doesn't know what he's doing. He is definitely more of a have a couple of drinks and then go home type of guy. But the boys had asked you to come and pick him up, and you had never seen him this drunk. “Okay JB, it's time to go home now. No more drinks.” “But that's not fair, I am breaking up with you because you're a meanie.” You knew JB didn't mean it. JB would wake up the next morning with a splitting headache, “what the hell happened last night?” “well you broke up with me.” “I did what?!” “I wouldn't let you drink, so you broke up with me.” “I am never drinking again.”

Mark

Mark was just letting off some steam at Jackson’s place, and he got absolutely smashed. “Markie, it's time to go home now.” “No, I want to keep drinking.” “You've had too much, come on now.” “If you won’t give me another drink, I am breaking up with you.” Jackson would help you back to your place and you'd let Mark go to sleep. The next morning though you were ready to tease him. “So Mark, did you really want to break up with me?” “What?!” “You said last night that you wanted to break up with me.” “Oh god of course I don't baby, you are my favourite person. I am not drinking that much again.”

Jackson

Out of everyone, Jackson is easily the most dramatic when he is drunk, seriously this boy struggles to have a filter anyway, but add alcohol into the equation and then every single inhibition has left his body. Basically you were the designated sober person, and you saw that Jackson was drinking so much and he needed to stop. “Jackson baby, you need to stop.” “But I don't want to, you can't stop me.” “I think I can Jackson, now stop.” “I don't want to be with you anymore, you are stopping me from drinking.” The next morning you would tease Jackson relentlessly, “so Jackson, are you trying to break up with me?”

Jinyoung

Honestly it was rare that Jinyoung ever got in this state, seriously in the entire time that you had been dating Jinyoung, you'd only seen him in this state a couple of times. “Jinyoung, I think it's time that we called it quits. Let's get you home.” “No I want to stay here, if you don't want me to drink then I think we should stop dating.” “Alright Jinyoung, I’ll call you in the morning.” Let him fend for himself and all that. The next morning Jinyoung is calling you as soon as he wakes up, “what the hell happened last night? Why am I at Mark’s house?” “Because you broke up with me because I didn't want you to drink.” “Oh shit.”

Youngjae

Even when Youngjae is so drunk that he can barely remember his own name, he would never call it quits with you. That is just so out of character for Youngjae, and you'd really think that he is being serious. “If you won’t let me drink any more alcohol, then we need to stop dating.” You'd genuinely think that he is being serious, so you'd leave him at the bar to fend for himself. The next morning you'd have a dozen texts and calls from Youngjae. Eventually you would pick up, “baby have you just woken up? Why are you ignoring me?” “you told me you didn't want to date me anymore.” “Oh baby, that was me talking rubbish.”

Bambam

Yeah Bambam likes to get drunk a lot, it's just one of his favourite pastimes. And Bambam likes to tease you at the best of times, so drunk Bambam is even worse. When you go and pick him up, Bambam is trying to push you away to stop you from getting him to leave. “No, I want to stay here. Why can't you just let me drink in peace? A proper partner would be supportive, but if you won’t let me then we will have to break up.” “Fine Bambam we can break up.” Well that seemed to sober him slightly, “what?” “Well you said it, I guess I will leave you with your cats!” “No you can't leave me! Who will look after me and the cats?”

Yugyeom

Yugyeom genuinely says the stupidest of things when he is drunk. He has absolutely no filter and he starts saying what other people are saying around him. When you came to pick him up, he said that he wanted to break up because you wouldn't let him drink anymore. Shocked, you look at the other boys and they explain that Yugyeom just watched another couple break up. As if that all made it make sense, you'd hoist Yugyeom up and take him back to your place. In the morning you'd ask him if he could remember anything. “Literally nothing.” “You told me you wanted to break up.” “Well obviously I don't. Please cuddle me.”

[lvlyhao]

「PART TWO: FEAR」

HUMANITY SERIES; Q.K

A/N: took me long enough to post, I know, but thank you to that last anon for reminding me of the series lol with school i tend to forget what i have and haven’t posted but i’ll do better from now on. i hope you like this :)

important: this chapter includes mentions of vomiting and though i’ve already put a warning for violence and gore in the masterlist, i’m saying it again: please don’t read this if you are not okay with that!!!!

word count: 2.1K

pairing: qian kun x reader

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“I’m heading out”, your hands fondly squeeze Taeyong’s shoulders from behind him. He does not look up from his task for a few seconds, counting rolls of gauze. Then, upon processing your words, he twirls to face you. His eyes trail up and down your figure, making a mental checklist of everything you need to be safe. Apparently, one thing is missing.

“Take Jaehyun with you”, he asks, “or maybe Yuta. Johnny is always good to have around, and so is Renjun. Those swords of his are no joke”, he rambles, losing focus. The way he places his hands on his hips and sighs tells you he’s absolutely drained. “Or maybe I should go with you—”

Shaking your head fervently, you pat his cheek for his attention, observing the streaks of noon sunlight across his face. He stares at you with concern and shifts his weight.

“You’re staying right here and so are the boys, Tyong. We haven’t found a survivor in weeks, and taking one of them is always more stressful than anything”, you reason. Recollections of how the boys attract trouble wherever they go cloud your mind, far too many to count. The air suddenly feels too chilly, with shivers running down your spine. 

“Just stay here and maybe find a way to rest. You know Doyoung won’t mind keeping track of the supply for you.”

At this point, he knows it’s no use arguing. 

“Just be careful… and get back before dawn”, he adjusts the collar of your jacket, thinking back to the weather outside of the grey walls of the dorms. “All I’m saying is you never know what you’re gonna find.” Giving you a tight-lipped smile and a nod, he resumes his job, and you leave him. Headed to the heavily locked iron doors guarded by the towering figures of Shotaro and Sungchan, you ask yourself if there was any hidden depth to Taeyong's words.

“You never know what you’re gonna find, huh", you mutter.

Now, roaming the deserted streets on your own and basking in the orange glow of the afternoon, you just think he was wrong. 

It’s already been a couple of hours since you left: you’ve explored parts of the district you barely even knew before the virus, seeing all kinds of animals scurrying around your path. You’ve also eaten the rice balls Jaemin packed for you, and you’ve gawked at the decaying building that used to be your favourite theatre. It’s all the same as you imagined it would be. Not many walkers litter this part of town—just 7 or 8 you managed to avoid—and no people. No one worth rescuing.

Wandering like this, in silence, brings back memories you're not sure you like. Weekly game nights with your friends, attending Jisung’s dance presentations, playing in the park’s playground at night... All of those feel foreign to you, parts of life too good to have ever been yours. Still, the need for a shot of wistfulness takes over, and you sigh. Better now than when it gets late, then. With a shake of your head, you pick a destination and start moving.

You’re conscious of your surroundings as you keep one hand on the bow and make your way across the square. Dry, fiery leaves crunch under your boots, being the only sound you pick up. Nothing looks out of the ordinary, either. The same old abandoned stores seem to look down at you, their busted windows moaning in the wind. But, right then, something jabs at your gut. It's a silent alert to a threat you can't see. 

Damnit. You better pick up the pace.

As soon as you make a turn to the left, spying the pizza place you used to visit, you freeze. Walkers, maybe 10 of them, whimper and try to get past the debris to reach something inside a pharmacy.

How could you not notice them earlier? They’re not a quiet horde, and the awful stench is not something you should have missed either. Have you been that lost in your nostalgia?

Whatever happened, you don't have much time. If the undead are making that much effort to get around the rubble, there has to be someone inside. A fellow human being—hopefully, a nice one. Someone you can help.

Acting out of instincts, you drink in your surroundings. Having your back hastily pressed against a tree trunk is not ideal, but it's what comes to you. While you can't call yourself a strategy master, jumping right into action is not the right plan when someone else's life is in danger. 

Mind racing, you know you need a better shooting spot now if you want to make a move. Drawing them out to an alley is not a totally bad idea either. They wouldn't be able to escape, and maybe then they could flee.

As soon as you found a perfect corner for that, the screech of old door hinges catches your attention. A second later, shattering glass.

Shit. They broke in.

With no more time to assess the situation, you quickly climb up a rotting picnic table. The zombies, some missing a limb, slowly drag their feet towards a man in a plaid, blue shirt. 

He's petrified, head lashing from side to side, looking for a way out. You know very well there is none, and soon enough it will be too late. He’ll be just at reach for those disgusting, putrid fingers. If they get a bite in, it's over for you, and it's over for him.

That’s when you take the stupidest decision of your life.

Screaming.

“YO, YOU POINTLESS MEAT SACK! WHY DON’T YOU LOOK OVER HERE?”

The boy might just get whiplash from how fast his eyes find yours. His are dark and desperate, but there is something else to them—to him. Something you will never find it in you to explain. 

It could have been the way the stares right at your soul, or how his face displays every emotion from relief to terror. You could even say it was how his knees buckled under his weight or his fluttering hair in the wind. You can blame your reaction on a lot of things, but none of them startles you as much as yourself. 

A cold hand grasps at your heart, squeezing it tightly in your chest. Blood drains from your face, and your frame shakes in the wind. You know this sensation all too well to have doubts, although it is what you swore never to feel again. Fear. Not for yourself, no, even when the undead start walking towards you instead. You don't—can't— care enough about your life, and you know it. It is all for him, the beautiful stranger you are going to save.

The first two arrows find their aim, speeding right through the undead’s skulls, but something shifts in your arms. The rest of your arrows now seem to swerve a bit to the sides, lodging themselves on necks or shoulders. In other words, not where they are supposed to. 

Oh, how much you hate that the walkers will only die if you damage their brains.

“Annoying bastards, I swear—”

Falling into a state of near panic, you drop to the floor unceremoniously and race to the horde. If your bow won't do the trick, your other weapons will.

Momentarily thankful for their lack of agility, you pull out the knives hidden on the sides of your shoes. In a flurry of drive, you slash and stab everything around you. While throwing some hand-to-hand-combat here and there, your eyes start to burn. The walkers smell even worse from up close, you bitterly recall from past encounters. It's one of the things that make fighting harder—the urge to run away from them at every second.

The more daring among them clutch at your clothes, keeping your movement limited, but you manage to cut off their hands. The slick sound it makes is enough to make bile rise up your throat, but you swallow it back.

“C’mon, Y/N”, you pant, kicking what had once been an adult woman in the chest to send her down to the asphalt. “You’ve had tougher battles than this." With a breath as deep as you can manage, your knife cuts at another zombie.

It is true, you know. It's impossible to count the times you’ve been up against groups of 20 or more. You were always fine. Right now, though, wincing from multiple wounds scattered around your skin, you question how the hell did you do it.

Hurriedly glancing to your right, you notice 5 are already dead—well, dead-er than they had previously been. The lady you kicked struggles to get up, giving you a gap to spin and bury your knife into her scalp. She goes limp right away, and you stare. 4 more to go.

Just as you retrieve your blade and turn to face the other walkers, something bites your dominant hand. Hard.

With your knife tumbling down in a metallic clunk, fire shoots up your arm. The first thing you do is wiggle your hand back and forth. Some part of you thinks it was going to let go like it’s some sort of dog. You realize you were wrong when darkened saliva flows into the cuts, your mind going blank with agony.

You figure it was one of the undead you had pushed down before, only to lose sight of him later. And, yes, wiggling was a poor attempt at getting him to drop you, but you did it out of pure alarm. Fear is gradually taking over you now, freezing cold and impossible to fight.

With only your non-dominant hand free, you sloppily sink your blade down however many times it takes for the corpse to stop moving. The pain you feel is sharp, travelling through your veins like blue fire. As his grip slackens, the body slumps to the ground, a wet thud echoing. Despite the agony that threatens to blind you, you're aware of the other 3 walkers you have yet to take down.

One is easy enough, with an arrow embedded deep on one side of her neck, and another coming down on her brow bone. Repugnance swirls in your gut, and you have to look away. Their skulls are incredibly soft.

Your remaining enemies pace at either side of you, circling you with dead eyes and faltering strides. You keep your wounded hand close to you while the other clutches the leather grip of your weapon. It's time to put an end to this.

Choosing to go for the right first, you slash at his chest, grimacing at the black blood that oozes. It taints his shredded red hoodie and sprinkles at your front. The shudders that course through you in silent rage give you the strength to finish it off.

In one clean, powerful strike, your knife goes through an eyeball, but he collapses a bit too fast. You can't recover your blade.

Having no weapons on your hands, even for a second, is critical. The walkers are borderline sluggish, but it was easy to lose track of them: your severed hand was proof.

To your relief—or mild disgust—, hasty strides bounce at the pavement behind you, followed by heavy thuds on a slimy surface. It takes no more than 3 seconds for the last body to tumble by your feet, face down. 

It's only then you see the skull, or better, what is left of it. Blood and brain flow over a gaping crack, done by something sharp. You could guess it was the heavy, black rock that you find before you, held in the hands of the man you are supposed to be saving.

From there, you realize his medium length hair is a faded blue, with dark brown at the roots. A grey university hoodie hugs his slim figure under the plaids, matching his cargo pants and busted sneakers. His face is all sharp angles and soft edges, but his gaze is nothing short of magnetic.

Wide, chocolate eyes glare at the body with such horror your own throat tightens. Then, with no words shared, he lets go of the rock and stumbles back like he cannot believe what he did. Your own eyes divert to the cloudless sky, hearing him vomiting on the concrete in a matter of seconds. Poor dude.

Pity, combined with the reminiscents of adrenaline and dread, settle in you. Your thoughts boil down to one small detail: the Sun is setting.

The throbbing on your hand momentarily vanishes, lost in the memory of Taeyong very clearly telling you to be back before dawn. Aside from that, the memory of what you did to get the walkers' attention still burns at your mind. That goddamned shout. Having a sense of hearing as acute as they did, you are sure any other zombies around you are coming your way.

You have fucked up big time.

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final notes: ik chapter one wasn’t all that exciting but i’m hoping this one is better wheeze two more to come, stay tuned <3

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name/nickname: Kitty gender: cis star sign: pisces~  height: 5 feet and half an inch (the half is important to me) time: 5:10pm birthday: the day that quarantine/lockdown became official and the US declared covid a national emergency 💀😂 such a great birthday treat😂 favourite bands: oh this is so hard lmao, i like so many😂. here are some off the top of my head: The Sam Willows, Ten Fé, Crimson Apple, Vitamin String Quartet (more of a musical *group* than band.. but i’m counting it) favourite solo artists: same as above, here are a few out of many haha: Dodie Clark, Hayley Kiyoko, Kina Grannis, Jelani Aryeh song stuck in my head: Champagne Kisses by Jessie Ware last movie: i wanna say something cool and sophisticated, but i just watched High School Musical with my little sister last night LMAO last show: Nailed It (the stupidest and funniest baking show i’ve ever watched omg) when did I create this blog: in like 2012 i think? (i’ve long since deleted my old blog lmao) what I post: lately? mostly GoT/jonsa stuff. with a sprinkle of my older fixations~ mostly tv shows and movies though! last thing I googled: “LP vs EP vinyl” ... i didn’t know the difference lmao other blogs: no sir, you get ONE chaotic mess that is my blog following: hundreds of blogs LOL but i really only see maybe 30ish of them on my dash?? not sure if that’s an algorithm thing or a timezone thing followers: tons of people who apparently enjoy my reblogs of my current fixations and memes. and i love you all 😌😌 average hours of sleep: see, i can say 6 or 7 and you’d think i’m normal, but no. some days i get one or two hours, other days i oversleep so much everyone thinks i’m sick. and that’s on depression babeyy *finger guns* lucky number: 943. it’s come to the point where i forgot why that’s my lucky number, just that i know that has always been my answer?? LOL instruments: UM sadly no. i learned piano when i was younger, but haven’t played since, so i don’t really remember what I am wearing: long yoga pants, tshirt, and a cardigan. ...i kinda feel like a mom from the early 2000s?? dream job: honestly at this point, i kinda wanna be that person who holds babies in the maternity ward LOL. like i just really wanna be a baby cuddler, you know? dream trip: would LOVE to visit Greece one day! favourite food: ahhh so many to pick from! but my comfort food will always by my mum’s homemade phở! right now though, i could do with some hotpot or kbbq ;-; something about 6+ people cooking and eating together family style :’) nationality: *sighs forlornly* north american.. favourite song: Come on Eileen by the Dexys Midnight Runners last book I read: yikes, i genuinely don’t remember😅 i think it was a reread of “So Much To Tell You” by Anna Akana.  top 3 fictional universes I would like to live in: *looks at my favourite shows/movies* i mean like i dunno if i wanna live in any of those universes LOL but if i had to pick? maybe Doctor Who, because aliens and outer space and a time and space machine. This is, of course, assuming i’m in the universe with the main characters😂😂

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So... I had a couple of comments on my Robron foster parenting fic from last week, asking for more of this universe. I don’t know if I’ll ever properly write it as a full story, but what I do have are some little character profiles for each of the kids mentioned, as well as their ages when the Home Farm move takes place :)

Seb (11)

So Aaron and Robert had many (so many) discussions about – and with – Seb before they started fostering. They were initially very worried about the risk of Seb feeling neglected or sidelined by them bringing more children – some of whom may require extra care and attention – into the home. Robert was especially concerned about this, considering his own bad experiences when his parents took in Andy.

But Seb, being the good (fantastic) kid that he is, takes it all in his stride. For the most part, he loves having a big family, even if its not the most conventional. He was already pretty mature for his age, so he understands why sometimes the other kids might need some extra support with things. Before he came to live in Emmerdale permanently, his home life with Ross and Rebecca wasn’t exactly stable (thank god his dads got him out of there – he has a feeling that’s what gave them the fostering idea in the first place), so he knows a little of what it’s like to come from a difficult environment.

As much as he’s cool with his living situation, he does occasionally ask for a bit of one-on-one time with his dads, which they will go above and beyond to give him no matter what’s going on with the family.

Rather enjoys being the eldest – and therefore the leader – of the bunch. Aaron says he gets that from Robert.

Very witty for his age, and never without a good comeback. Robert says he gets that from Aaron.

Really likes cooking with Robert, and has been ever since he was just a wee boy.

Once showed his parents a 10-slide powerpoint presentation on why he and Eddie should get a super-cool race car bunkbed from Ikea.

Eddie (10)

Eddie is, well… loud. A chaotic boy. But a very sweet one.

He has ADHD, so he struggles a little at school and gets into trouble every now and then (mainly for talking), but for the most part his teachers can’t help taking a liking to him. 

Eddie loves attention, but he’s harmless in the way he seeks it. Telling jokes, presenting pictures he’s drawn (he loves comic books and often likes to create his own), showing off a new trick on his bike or skateboard. It’s rare for his foster family to go longer than a day without someone hearing him shout, “Hey, watch this!” Aaron and Robert often have to gently remind him to use his inside voice, and not to railroad the others when they’re trying to say something or pick an activity.

More than anything, Eddie just wants to be noticed. He never got much of that with his mum, who fails to turn up for their supervised visits more often than not. It’s agonising for Aaron and Robert to watch him be let down by her over and over again, trying so hard to cover up his hurt by shrugging and saying it doesn’t matter, then acting like there’s nothing wrong by throwing himself into playing video games with Seb as soon as they get home. But one of them will normally find him curled up crying a few hours later, and it takes lots of cuddles, ice cream and a super hero movie to make him feel better.

Eddie’s only six months younger than Seb, which Robert was initially worried about (again, his memories of Andy coming into play there), but the two of them are thick as thieves. They’re kind of chalk and cheese personality-wise, but they actually balance each other out pretty well.

Will do literally any dare he’s given. This has led to more than one trip to A&E and more than one grey hair for Robert.

Theme parks are his favourite places in the world.

Would live on pizza if he could.

Clumsy as hell. Never put anything breakable in Eddie’s reach.

Lottie (7)

Lottie is by far the shyest, quietest of the kids. She didn’t bring any toys or games with her, but she did bring a small backpack of books that she clung onto like a lifeline. This gave Robert (as we all know, an avid reader) something to bond over with her, and he soon discovered that a way to get Lottie talking was to ask her which books she likes.

The answer, as it happens, is anything fantasy-based. The Narnia series, The Hobbit, Peter Pan, most fairy tales… anything with some magic and maybe a princess and she’s sold. They have a feeling her books have been a bit of an escape from reality for her in the past, so they make sure her bedroom has a nice little bookcase so she can keep them close.

Her favourite thing after reading is playing in the garden or around the village. Sometimes with the others but again, she’s quite happy in her own little world. Before coming to live in Emmerdale, she’d been brought up in a cramped flat in a city centre, surrounded by traffic and concrete. So living in somewhere like the Yorkshire Dales (and all the space that comes with it) is a total novelty to her. She takes to it like a duck in water though, loves the green fields and the streams and the animals. She’ll spend hours running around in the dirt (usually spreading it all over the house when she gets home, too) and becomes a proper country girl. Robert gets her the complete Beatrix Potter collection, combining her two loves.

Because she’s so content with her nose in a book, Aaron and Robert do have to prompt her to join in with the others sometimes. But once she’s been given a nudge, she’ll usually put down whatever she’s reading and interact with her foster family. She does like having fun with the others, she just likes to have her space, too.

Aaron and Robert have lost her in Waterstones more than once.

The biggest cuddler, and the most likely to crawl into Aaron and Robert’s bed on a weekend morning.

A huge fan of beans on toast, and therefore prefers Aaron’s cooking to Robert’s.

Cannot do maths. Will never be able to get the hang of maths. Thinks maths is the stupidest thing ever invented.

Has just one or two friends at school and likes it that way.

Takes it upon herself to be the one to read Tasha’s bedtime story most nights.

Mike (6)

Mike was initially the most… difficult in terms of behaviour. He was too small to do much damage, but his first few weeks with them involved a fair bit of biting and scratching, and he got very easily wound up. Lots of tears and mood swings.

Aaron was so good with him. Robert was too, but from the beginning Aaron had a real knack for calming Mike down when he was distressed. It took several months to really get him settled (he tried to run away more than once – not that he got very far in their tiny village), but with a lot of patience and the right support, they figured it out in the end.

Now Mike is much calmer, and much happier. He still has his moments, but he never lashes out like violently like he used to. He gets some additional help from the school, and Aaron and Robert both have a lot of meetings with his teachers to check in on everything.

As mentioned in the original fic, he’s really not great with the dark. But they’ve managed to work their way from him needing the big light on at night, to his bedside lamp, down to a single nightlight, so he’s getting there.

Absolutely idolises Eddie, and tries to copy everything he does. Aaron and Robert are both praying this hero worship will transition from Eddie to Seb, just so they can have a slightly easier life.

Also adores their ginger tabby cat, Pumpkin (named by Seb when they got her one October). All the kids love her, but she and Mike have a Special Connection, and when he gets home from school, he will not rest until he’s tracked Pumpkin down, snuggled up with with her and told her all about his day. He finds her purrs very calming.

Loves a good LEGO model. Him and Robert will spend hours on them.

Karate-obsessed. He’s been into it every since his first lesson, but has to be told more than once that he is not to try out any moves on his foster siblings.

Will inevitably lose most things. Toys, gloves, crayons, homework, shoes (one time while he was wearing them – Aaron and Robert still can’t work that one out)… he simply cannot keep track of where anything is.

Hates reading and never picks up a book unless he has to for English homework. Lottie is scandalised by this. Scandalised. 

Natasha (Tasha) (4)

The baby of the group, and the youngest Aaron and Robert have ever fostered, which they were initially a little hesitant about. When they first brought her home just after she’d turned 3, she had very limited speech for a child her age. Even her crying was near-silent.

But with time, effort, and some speech therapy, she comes along leaps and bounds. Once she starts picking words up from her foster parents (as well as the nonstop chatter from the other kids), she doesn’t stop, it’s amazing how fast she gets the hang of it. Now it’s a miracle if they can get her to stop talking.

A very big fan of Postman Pat.

Will do almost anything for a chocolate biscuit.

Steals Aaron’s hoodies and uses them as blankets.

Has the biggest eyes anyone has ever seen, and her foster parents are dreading the day she works out that this helps her get away with stuff.

Can usually be seen wearing fairy wings.

Likes to sit on the floor and watch the washing machine when it’s on.